Kt Tunstall

I am a pain
In your ass
And I'm wondering how long it's going to last
Be my mirror, be my friend
Be the workhouse of the energy I twist your arm to spend
Every day
Like a power station
You know it isn't good
I know you're burning too much wood
Oh when you burn out
The twisted irony is???.
Your ashes come home to me.
Come home to me.
So we take a walk
To make some sense
And I'm wondering if you fancy my defense
But I have pushed you
Way too far